An Address in Memory of Lucy Larcom, Delivered On Sunday, April 30, 1893, in St. Peter's Church, Beverly, Massachusetts
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She saw the ships come in with flags at half-mast ; she knew of ships that never returned, and no word was ever received from fathers and sons. She watched " Poor lone Hannah Sitting at the window binding shoes," thinking of her husband who had left her twenty years before. She thought of the skipper who " faced his fate in the furious night." ^' * " Poems," p. 14. 19 " The skipper's eyes with a mist are blind, For a vision comes on the rising wind, Of a gentle face that he leaves behind, And a... heart that throbs through the fog-bank dim. Thinking of him." In speaking of her love of nature one cannot pass over her devotion to flowers, which was not a mere general love, but one born of a scientific knowledge of their structure and functions ; and yet they represented to her the very bloom and climax of nature's efforts. They were to their kingdom what sentiment and sweetness and art are to the higher kingdom. They typified purity, tenderness, delicacy. The little humble flower, and the wild flower, and the rich culti- vated flower, alike appealed to her, and among them all she had her favorites — the blue-eyed violet ; the sweet-brier, " pink torch of the pasture's brown gloom " ; the blue gentian ; and then the rose, " the wild rose of Cape Ann," the praises of which she always sang in varied passages, but more particularly in one of her great poems : " A Rose is sweet, " No matter where it grows : and roses grow Nursed by the pure heavens and the strengthening earth, Wherever men will let them.
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